"Hey there," the stars whisper, their voices little echoes in the cosmic void. "You see, dying old is not so bad when you've seen it all like we have."
Ever had that sensation when you're just
floating, timeless like a feather caught in a gentle breeze? You could say we know a thing or two about
tenacity, heating ourselves for eons, illuminating the endless spaces around us.
In our final
moments, we often wonder, do you, earthy creatures, put any stock in our faint twinklings? Or is it just another Tuesday evening for you?
Consider yourselves lucky; when we close our eyes to the universe, it's not an ending but a beginning of sorts. Bits of us scattered, perhaps to be part of another spectacular cosmic tale.
So here it is - the truth about our lives and deaths: former giants bathed in hues of orange and red, telling tales through flickers.